Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

Davos was surprised at first, and then wanted to refuse.

He is now a knight, no longer a smuggler, and he has no desire to be an assassin.

But when he opened his mouth, no words came out.

This is Stannis!

His just King, everything he has today was given by the King.

"During the day, my brother was still talking and laughing, but at night it was dark and everything was dangerous!"

Stannis raised the cup and Davos quickly poured water from the kettle.

"Your Majesty, is Ms. Melisandre planning to sneak into the camp and assassinate Duke Renly? But I have to say that the possibility of success is too small!"

"Melisandre doesn't have to sneak into the camp, she has other ways." Stannis explained.

"Then how could she kill Duke Renly? I don't understand." Davos frowned.

"You don't need to understand! You just have to do as you are told. Renly will die tonight. Melisandre has foreseen his death in the Holy Fire."

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A tent.

Melisandre did not wear the red robe, but she still wore the ruby ​​necklace around her throat.

She sat cross-legged in front of the fireplace, wearing nothing, because this way she could better feel the will of the Lord of Light.

There was a blazing flame in the fireplace, and she was so close that the jumping fire kept touching the body of the red-robed witch.

But she will not be burned.

Flame is her master.

Melisandre closed her eyes and recited the prayer, but her tone was not as steady as before.

The flames kept changing under a certain will, beating more and more fiercely.

In the end, scenes of horrific horror were sketched out:

A body rolled and scratched in the flames, swallowed by the incoming flames. The shadow was born from the flames and turned into a skeleton, staring at her with blood-sobbing eyes without eyes...

Melisandre trembled.

She felt death, she felt the wrath of the gods.

Anger at her shaken faith.

Melisandre had never been so lost, so terrified.

She thought of the "Hand of the King" Domeric Bolton!

Although he is the prophesied "Son of the Holy Flame" and "Warrior of Light", he refuses to believe in the King of Light!

What exactly is going on?

"Great R'hllor," Melisandre prayed into the flames, "please tell your faithful servant who is the prophesied warrior of light, who is the reincarnation of Azor Ahai, who is the salvation The hero of the world?”

The flames rolled and danced, and wisps of white mist gathered in them.

A face formed in the fireplace—Domeric Bolton.

It's still him!

But he refused to believe in the Lord of Light. Melisandre even threw a living dragon egg in an attempt to get him to abandon the old gods and convert to the Red God, R'hllor, the Lord of Light, but she failed!

Just when Melisandre was immersed in thousands of thoughts, racking her brains to think "Why is this?"

The tent was opened...

Stannis strode in with his crown on his head.

He quietly looked at the body of the red-robed witch. She was wearing nothing. Her skin, as white as milk, looked particularly attractive under the firelight of the fireplace. Her long fiery red hair fell from her shoulders...

"Ms. Melisandre, I heard that when you went to King's Landing earlier, you helped the 'Hand of the King' a lot, and you also served him for a period of time."

Stannis's face was extremely serious, making it impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

"I foresee in the Holy Fire that Lord Domeric will fight side by side with Your Majesty, so helping him is also helping you, Your Majesty."

Melisandre dispelled Stannis's doubts with one word.

Although the man in front of him is not the person in the prophecy, he cannot be separated from spreading the faith of the Lord of Light.

After all, Stannis Baratheon is currently the only great noble in Westeros who believes in the Lord of Light.

Melisandre has no choice!

"Madam, I formed an alliance with Domeric Bolton as you said, and let the fleet on Dragonstone break the blockade of Blackwater Bay, so that the people of King's Landing would not suffer from famine, but how did he repay me?

He vowed at the beginning to help me deal with Renly and ascend to the Iron Throne, but so far I haven't seen him send a single soldier! "

Stannis stayed on Dragonstone, watching Domeric Bolton, the "Hand of the King," win victory after victory until he drove Lord Tywin Lannister back to Casterly Rock.

But he had no intention of sending troops south!

Although Stannis is strict, he is not a fool. He knows that the other party does not really want to help him.

"Lord Domeric is dealing with Tywin Lannister in the Westerlands. To you, Lannister is also an enemy!"

Melisandre tried to explain.

Having said that, Stannis's tone still showed deep resentment.

At the end, Stannis waved his hand: "Forget it, I don't want to think about the Hand of the King anymore. The current enemy is my brother Renly. Is your method really effective?"

He was still debating whether to adopt the method proposed by Melisandre.

"Of course it will work. I can help you kill Lord Renly."

When she was in Riverrun, Melisandre also proposed to Domeric that he would use the "Shadow Killer" to assassinate Tywin Lannister in order to seize the West.

But was rejected!

When she made the same offer, Stannis chose to accept it without hesitation.

Melisandre stared at the dancing flames in front of her eyes and murmured:

"As long as Renly Baratheon dies, you will be the only heir to King Robert and the Baratheon family. The lords under his command will naturally turn their allegiance to you!"

Stannis is obviously tempted. This is the only way to kill his brother Renly and get back what belongs to him.

"What price do I have to pay?" There was a final struggle on his face.

"It's just a little fire of life...At the same time, I will bring you unprecedented joy."

The corners of Melisandre's mouth were slightly raised, outlining a happy and charming smile, and her tone was even more charming.

Finally, Stannis made up his mind.

When he raised his head, he saw Melisandre walking slowly in front of him.

The woman's skin is as white as snow, and the ruby ​​in her throat shines with blood-red light, exuding a strange and alluring aura.

Stannis took a deep breath and could smell the mixture of fire and fragrance on her.

"Your Majesty, have you decided?"

"Decided."

"Okay, the Lord of Light will grant your wish."

With an indifferent and pious look on her face, Melisandre threw herself into the man's arms.

Stannis stretched out his arms and hugged her, it was hot, like he was hugging a ball of fire...

Chapter 276 Praying together, black light

The candlelight in Renly's tent was bright, making the silk tent seem to glow.

Two "Rainbow Guards" were guarding the door of the big tent.

Long silk feathers fluttered from their helmets, and rainbow capes hung from their shoulders.

The candlelight shone on their coats, giving the enamel on their armor a sickly color.

Inside the tent, coal briquettes were burning in a dozen small iron basins, emitting the slightest warmth.

"Knight of Flowers" Loras is praying with his "King" Renly Baratheon.

It's just that they are not kneeling in front of the statues of the Seven Gods to pray, but sitting on thick beds.

Renly's armor was dark green, the color of leaves in the dense forest in summer, so deep that it seemed to absorb the flames of candlelight.

Loras was undoing Renly's back and breastplate, revealing the padded tunic underneath.

"Our army is ready, blow the horn and launch a sudden night attack at any time!" Loras suggested in his ear.

Renly's expression was indifferent but serious: "You want people to say that I broke a promise and launched a sneak attack without chivalry? Tomorrow's dawn is the agreed time."

"Dawn is the time Stannis chooses!"

Loras pointed out very sharply, "He wants to attack us with the rising sun behind him, while our army is almost half-blind."

"That can only cause a moment of panic at most, and our army is far superior to them in terms of quality and quantity!"

Renly said confidently.

"Okay." Loras began to hesitate as he untied the belt and golden buckle around his waist.

Renly put his hands on the "Knight of Flowers"'s hair with a look of enjoyment:

"After my brother passes away, no one is allowed to insult his body. He is my blood relative, and I will never allow anyone to put his head on a gun and show it around."

"What if he surrenders?" Loras looked up and asked.

"Surrender? When Mace Tyrell trapped him in Storm's End, he would rather eat rats than sacrifice the city."

Renly raised the chin of the "Knight of Flowers" and spoke slowly:

“At the end of the rope, unable to hold on any longer, Ser Gavin Wilder and three of his knights conspired to open a side gate and surrender to the city, but Stannis caught him unawares.

He ordered them to be thrown from the city with trebuchets.

I still remember the look on Gavin's face when he was tied up. He has always been our instructor. "